12; Uğur’un Yaşı

Don't Shoot Children

Uğur Kaymaz, Enes Ata and dozens of our children whose names I cannot remember now were shot in the last thirty years. The shooting of these two rosebuds devastated us even more.
While Uğur Kaymaz was helping his father who was going on a journey to earn his living, Enes Atada was shot while going to his aunt who carried the scent of his dead mother. Enes passed away without being able to fully inhale the scent of his mother that he felt from his aunt one last time. I tried to tell about Enes, even if it was with a short story. While I was writing that story, Enes' face never left my mind. I still remember him lying lifeless. These are unforgettable wounds.
I always felt helpless against Uğur Kaymaz and Enes Ata. I was devastated. I wanted to do something. Even though I was geographically far away from them.
I tried to commemorate these two rosebuds and our other children with a story and two poems.